So beautiful Abigail. We are all waiting for these magical moments of release! Dearest Mother Nature continues to provide us with inspiration to carry on despite the horror we see happening on the news. Last week I heard the Canadian geese flying high high above in a huge V that stretched across the whole sky. I ran outside with tears streaming down my face. There they are - our beacons of light. Showing us that the natural world still provides hope for the future. They haven’t been destroyed yet. I went back inside and then I heard another round of them. And then another and then another. There must have been thousands. I was stunned and felt such a deep gratitude that these dear creatures have still endured. Spring returning and the crocuses popping through the sad remains of snow remind us that there are greater forces governing our lives. Let’s hope all our better angels convene to bring us back into alignment with our precious natural world and cycles.
Okay, I just spit these words aloud/out loud? to an empty room—the fuck! how do you do this? wow, then I realized you might be offended and your readers too, ack! but yet, the force of the words, to let you know…I mean, extreme appreciation and respect. Wow, yes Abby, thank you. xo
I love the magnolia...undressing herself...
Yes! Same!
She was tired of waiting. Thanks, Judy.
Oh, wow!!! WHAT a last line!!! A master stroke of the mind and pen. Thank you, Abby.
You made me grin, my dear.
So beautiful Abigail. We are all waiting for these magical moments of release! Dearest Mother Nature continues to provide us with inspiration to carry on despite the horror we see happening on the news. Last week I heard the Canadian geese flying high high above in a huge V that stretched across the whole sky. I ran outside with tears streaming down my face. There they are - our beacons of light. Showing us that the natural world still provides hope for the future. They haven’t been destroyed yet. I went back inside and then I heard another round of them. And then another and then another. There must have been thousands. I was stunned and felt such a deep gratitude that these dear creatures have still endured. Spring returning and the crocuses popping through the sad remains of snow remind us that there are greater forces governing our lives. Let’s hope all our better angels convene to bring us back into alignment with our precious natural world and cycles.
Lovely, those geese. So moving, what you wrote here. Thank you.
Okay, I just spit these words aloud/out loud? to an empty room—the fuck! how do you do this? wow, then I realized you might be offended and your readers too, ack! but yet, the force of the words, to let you know…I mean, extreme appreciation and respect. Wow, yes Abby, thank you. xo
Offended? No, grateful. Maureen. Thank you.
so beautiful!
Thank you vey much.
Your last line shook a petal-shower of assumptions out of my head. Each one was something I thought was mine.
Me too. But clarity is worth it. At best, we are caretakers. Right?
Oh Abigail, I love this. It's my birthday and I'm going to tell myself you wrote that for me. Thank you. Linda Clare at The Deep End
Happy Birthday! It's yours!
Yes, yes, yes!
Thanks very much.
Beautiful
Thank you, Kathy.
Beautiful naked smile 😊
Thank you, Prajna. So glad yo liked it,
What lovely imagery. Such a great wordsmith, Abby.
Thank you. Just out my window.
I like this so much, Abigail! "The hydrangea with flowers pointed toward heaven They look like prayers." Just beautiful.
Thank you, John. Very good window.
It’s magnolia time in the South. Oooh, looking down from Minnesota and smiling about Aunt Fran’s magnolia tree in Kentucky
I bet it's a beauty.
The poem--a delightful surprise, following my concern over the title. Mistaken in a good way.
In a good way, yes. Thank you.
I love the hydrangeas looking like prayers. Beautiful, dear Abby! 🥰
Thnak you, Lisa.
This was a heavenly bloom of words.
Thank you, and what a lovely bloom of words.